One-Shot Collection: Reba McEntire

Enough

Your knees hit the side of your bed from walking backward and you fell onto your bed. You stared up at the ceiling, catching your breath before the tears began to fall. This was it. This was your breaking point.

Reba let a sad sigh leave her lips, her eyes beginning to fill with tears. She took a few steps over to you and then closed her eyes, her palms facing outward towards you.

You saw a flash of light behind your eyelids. When you opened them up, you weren't in your room anymore.

"Where did you take me?" you asked Reba in a panic.

"I thought the best thing to do would be to give you some time away. I brought you back with me." Reba replied simply with a small smile.

"No, no, no, no, no...I can't be away from home. You have to take me back." you began, words flying out of your mouth in succession. "I have to make sure the house is kept up and I have to take care of my family. I have to make sure they're healthy and that they're not fighting. I can't stay here. They can't make it without me helping-..."

"Sweetheart." Reba interrupted your thoughts and placed her hands on the sides of your face. "Everything is going to be just fine. Time won't pass there while you're here with me. We can take all the time you need to recover. You need some time for yourself."

"I can't. They need me." you whimpered, your tough exterior beginning to break.

"But you need someone too." she said softly, her thumbs beginning to rub your cheeks.

That was all it took for the tears to flow once again.

She pulled you close and held you tight, letting you sob into her chest as she rubbed soothing circles on your back.

You felt you body being lowered and realized that she was sitting you both down, allowing you to fully relax into her. Through your sobs you could hear her soft humming, slow and melodic as she comforted you.

Both of you were unsure how long you sat there for, but it was enough to calm your fears and doubts for the time being. That is, just before your stomach growled.

"Goodness, was that you or me?" Reba asked with a small chuckle. "Have you eaten anything?"

You looked up at Reba and shook your head no.

"Well I can fix that." she smiled and helped you up, leading you to a kitchen.

"You have all this here...?" you asked in amazement as you looked around with wide, curious eyes.

"Sure do."

"Do you have magic powers or something?"

"Maybe." Reba winked before chuckling and pulling a few things from her refrigerator. "How does chicken, green beans, and baked beans sound...?"

Before you could answer, your stomach growled again. "I think that's a yes." you chuckled nervously, a blush rising to your cheeks.

"That's alright." she giggled, turning on the stove while you sat at the island on a bar stool. "I had that start happenin' in the middle of a concert one time. I had to make sure to keep the microphone away from my stomach."

"Oh no! That sounds awful!"

"It was! Plus I couldn't even play it off as a bass line and blame it on the band." she joked, putting the chicken in a pan.

You couldn't help but laugh at her story.

Reba realized that this was the first time in a long time that she'd heard you laugh like that.